Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kazakhstan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Vainqueur to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Qualms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Oblivians,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aural Exciters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Unwound,
Henry Cow,
DJ Style,
the Bar-Kays,
The United States of America,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Hood,
Colin Newman,
Terry Callier,
The American Breed,
The Searchers,
Magma,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric Dolphy,
Wasted Youth,
Nils Olav,
The Wake,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-102,
Gang Green,
Liliput,
Cecil Taylor,
The Electric Prunes,
The Five Americans,
DJ Sneak,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Birthday Party,
Spoonie Gee,
Byron Stingily,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Shoche,
Steve Hackett,
Godley & Creme,
Susan Cadogan,
Donny Hathaway,
Spandau Ballet,
Smog,
Television,
Surgeon,
Oneida,
Brass Construction,
Grey Daturas,
Scratch Acid,
The Black Dice,
Bootsy Collins,
Electric Prunes,
Judy Mowatt,
Index,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Flesh Eaters,
Leonard Cohen,
Stetsasonic,
Sun Ra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barrington Levy,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.